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She is followed by her three daughters; two of them of no special attraction, but the youngest, Nera, dark and strikingly handsome. These three young ladies, all matrimonially inclined, but Nera specially, had carefully watched the instant when Nobili left his seat. Then they had followed him closely. It was intended that he should escort them home.
Nobili has not moved, but, as each speaks, his eye shifts rapidly from one to the other. His face from pale grows livid, and there is a throb about his temples that sounds in his ears like a thousand hammers. "Orsetti," Nobili says, sternly, "I address myself to you. You are the oldest here. You are the first man I knew after I came to Lucca. You are all concealing something from me.
They are so thin-blooded, the Guinigi, they have come to an end. The old woman never had a child; she would have starved it." Carlotta lowers her voice, and speaks into Brigitta's ear. "Nobili loves the niece. The marchesa would have the carbineers out if she knew it." "Oh!" breaks from Brigitta, under her breath. "This is fine! splendid! Are you sure of this, Carlotta? quite sure?"
Yet Tommaso Parentucelli was sprung of poor parent and even though they may have been nobili as Manetti tells us, De nobili Parentucellorum progenie, that certainly was of but little assistance to him in his youth.
Nobili takes a step or two toward the door. With one hand upon the lock he pauses once more, gazing at Enrica with lingering eyes. Then he turns to leave the room. It is all over! he had only to depart! A low cry from Enrica stops him. "Nobili," Enrica says, "tell me oh! tell me, are you hurt?" Enrica has risen from the chair. One hand rests on the table for support.
The resulting effect was soon evident in a desolation of the city, where everything seemed to have come to a standstill. The nobili only left their palaces in cases of extreme emergency, locking themselves in against any visitor, to avoid getting unknowingly in contact with one of the conspirators.
Now, having with lover's haste made good progress with all he had to do, Nobili has come down to the club to meet his friends, and to receive their congratulations. Every hand is stretched out toward him. Even Ruspoli, spite of obvious jealousy, liked him. Nobili's face is lit up with its sunniest smile. Having shaken hands with him, an ominous silence ensues.
"A thousand thanks!" exclaimed Guglielmi, accepting his silence for consent. "I will not trespass needlessly on your time. Permit me to find some one to conduct you to a room." Guglielmi looked round Angelo came forward. "Conduct Count Nobili to the room prepared for him," said the lawyer. "There, Count Nobili, I will attend you in a few minutes."
Was she smitten mad by the wild tumult of joy that had swept over her as she stood hand-in-hand with Nobili? Or was she on the eve of some crisis? a crisis of life and death? Oh! why had Nobili left her? When would he return? She could not tell.
When she drops the ring holding the sheaf of ribbons, the Cavaliere Trenta is to clap his hands, and each gentleman is instantly to select that lady who wears a rosette corresponding in color to his ribbon the lady in the chair being claimed by her partner. Nobili has placed Nera Boccarini on the chair in the centre. "Why should not he and Nera dance on on on forever?
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